Layers of crêpe:As intro

Crêpe is Bretagne (Brittany), I would playfully say, because it’s where it originates this thin pancake. It is known that the best crêpe in France is in this region. It is geographically situated northwest of France; one of its 26 regions. This region was once been free and one of the Celtic nations. The net would provide you greater information about it.

Here, I’m just imparting my personal experiences as a foreigner living here. I’m using crêpe as a title for there is so much to appreciate with this simple pancake made of wheat flour, butter, eggs, milk and a pinch of salt. It also can be served as your main meal or just a dessert. It is my personal connotation as BRETAGNE.

For years living here, I have been clicking my camera like a tourist (don’t take this bad) and I’m glad that I have not let it rest only to that. As I took my own pace to slowly acclimate myself. Though, I didn’t stop observing even with a glass barrier on my window. And the more, I see and sometimes mingle make me feel more at home. You’ll know later why.

Hope, this vague little intro would keep you following my layers of crêpe.

Wrong Gown

You must be wondering what got into me talking about clothing line. In fact, I haven’t wrote any article belong to this one, nor written something which could indicate about my fashion preferences. Anyway, I will not talk about my fabric wraps.

I assure you, I have no intention to play as your fashion consultant here, telling you what cocktail body wrap you should be wearing in a particular occasion, if given a choice to choose.

“Wrong gown” is my own terminology…My adjective. Defining a person who assumes someone else’s persona that does not fit him/her and what more, to those who keep on blundering with acclimation about things that doesn’t exist on them.

If it was just some playing up, or some little fancy act for fun… you may count on me. Somehow, I see that they really tried to assumed someone else place and doing a career on it. Then to me, I see a person wearing a wrong gown.

I have no personal vendetta with them, it just that, I can’t help to be a bit neggie with their way. I would have just love to see them pick something that suit them, because everyone got something special that no mask nor gown could overpower their natural look , that’s their personality.

Writing this is not to provoke anybody but to make me release what pains me. Sadness I feel, for those people who doesn’t value their own worth and doesn’t understand that being an individual, we already stand out.

Tag about Getting to know me.

Tagged by Rojoy again.. Thank you so much.

I AM… a human.
I WANT... a smile.
I HAVE… the people that I love to live with.
I WISH…. things fall into places.
I HATE… feeling hatred.
I FEAR… for others’ life.
I SEARCH… my place.
I WONDER… have I change?
I REGRET… to give pain.
I LOVE…. affection.
I ALWAYS… wish for the best.
I AM NOT… you.
I DANCE… with life.
I SING… in my mind.
I CRY… with my emotion.
I WRITE… to myself.
I WON…..over me.
I AM CONFUSED… when I don’t know.
I NEED… to go on.
I SHOULD… reach it in any way.
THE LAST THOUGHT BEFORE GO TO SLEEP…. There is another day.

Now,I want to know you better Farah, Lalaine, Bogie,Gracey,Liza & Mem.

My first breathe of birth

Almost 16 yrs now.
I had this little bundle of life.
Who so little, yet made me whole.
His very first smile,
Taught me......
how easily forgiveness
& compassion could come.
that I could not have given before.

My way...
My direction...
My first real breathe.
He is my real guru... after all.

Now,no longer a bundle,
that I have danced along.
But a young man I look up upon.
Sometimes, An enemy I pry.
Who could be my eyes, who say?
But at the end of the day.
He,the hand I took to soothe my way.

Putting Sense

I been tiptoeing my way here. And thinking that I should be putting sense in my life. “Putting Sense” what is it? I can't remember where or how I get these words. Has these phrase made me wiser to even think of it. Or just some presuming acquired wisdom happen to across by. Or maybe out of my waiting.

For the longest time, I been staring through my window. I see movements, people choosing direction & driving to it. And sometimes, someone even stopped by and drag me out from my self-imposed cell. And occasionally, I allowed them.

There, I was having my child eye, Seeing, feeling & wondering...what they want me to see? My inner me asking... "Should I see what they want me to see, or feel what they felt or just stop wondering and be drag by their flow. "

Then, I'm back on my window. Look out to put sense to all these. My eyes are tired.... I shut it down. It jolt me. I see images of people I cared. A smile say it all. There's no used to putting sense. Because there, they are my SENSE. I have them with me all this time.

Gray can be grace...

This time of year..gray sky lurking in my horizon as often as I can count. It makes me a bit depressed (Ok, a lot) from time to time. How this shade can play on my emotion. In some stage, I see Gray is equal to Depression.

Through, living here for 6 yrs have taught me... What is depression. How it sucks the life out of you and the most important of all,To Know when not to lingers to your grayish(depressing) mood. Like I would have done before. No good would this feeling brings you. I tell you.

Now, I 'm learning how to use gray in a positive way . As a fusion to see what is significant in my life. It gives me the time to slow my pace to review my deeds....And more, it helps me to illuminate the things I ought to see best.

The Ruins of Tonquédec (TONKEDEG)

While I'm waiting for some positive response from my sole prospective employer. I was indulging myself looking through my snapshots. Crossing with.....

"Château de Tonquédec"

In breton, Its Tonkedeg. The Château dominates the valley of Léguer, west side of Côte d'Armor in Bretagne region. The Origin:

"Viscount Prigent, the last known Viscount of Tonquedec, marries his eldest daughter to Geslin de Coetmen. Together the two begin the story of Tonquedec’s Lords.

Geslin de Coëtmen, belongs to the family of the Dukes of Penthievre, a younger line of the Sovereigns of independent Brittany, and is the owner of Coetmen Castle.

13th to 14th Centuries: From the 13th to the end of the 14th centuries the Viscounts of Tonquedec and Coëtmen are at the crusades."

[These coloured captions were taken from a couple, who happens to have more information about Tonquédec historical lines. "Thank you for filling up my curiosity and enriching my knowledge about Bretagne." In return, I've taken the liberty to promote their site.please click on the link. ]

I vividly recall, how wonderful it made me feel touching those stones.It has proudly stood still all this time. And even with moss, they seems more beautiful to me, rather than imagining it in its stage of glory. This ruin... makes me see more than I could see in my life time. Histories have been written in every block of stones, it carries. Some historian may defer, who am I to argue...


"All i know, I can't put words to how i feel about this place...for I admire how it stood by the time ."

Big Persona @ play?!

Here me, playing my dear wifey role, Watching and hearing the recaps of news about the BIG PERSONA in France & from hubby twitting mood about him.

Can't help thinking that, how the Big-tiny (you know who,right?) so dynamically playing with his newly acquired wand . To me, he seems loving it. Wagging and dropping some new spells in different sectors, & poor operators (law enforcers) getting confused how to interject the new magical spell given.

Wondering me... Is he boldly playing god? Reviving historical pains to 10 yr. old eyes. What good does it brings to them (children)? I don't know.

Or he's still on the transition of a newlywed, So Obliging and Giving. He might have felt the needs to bring Roses (offerings) to every doors, he knocks ... Or is he merely a loud thinker? Perhaps, people should have wait a lot longer before printing and pinning it on for public eye.

And you, What do you think?

To Hubby,

You're my SPICES.

Without YOU,I'm Bland.

Adornment reflects you?

Adornments are so many in forms, arts, colors and…. are not just making someone stunning or fashionable.

It’s a fragment of unstated self-reflection as an individual, within cultural background, beliefs, social status and more…

Also it shows individual’s adaptation of something new that pleases personal taste. Consider as growth.

It also helps how to project emotion. We often see people metamorphosing through adornments. Showing a part of our personality on how we adorn ourselves.

However, it doesn’t fully defines a person.

Gifted with having vision, this adornment can be tricky… it could put someone particular category personalized by the looker.

Anyway, what matters most is, Are you happy what you’re wearing now? If yes, then flaunt it.

Want some Lollipop

Can’t say that I’m engrossed with political issue here. Handling a profound discussion on this subject shouldn’t be cast on my direction. Yet, with little glimpse of news and as an audience from hubby & his family analyzing current events, sometimes hearing heated debates. My unsolicited speculation forms that, the new President addresses the people like some children,



pacifying them with lollipop to stop from whining. Soothing effect follows…. Then, the lollipop will be revoke. Does HE (president) see them in diaper? I wonder...

And for the video, Thank you so much, POMARETTO.

First Plunge

It is normally so simple to plunge in. Yet, when we took time weighing our moves... its pros and cons, and then, it become so impossible to dive in. I speak about how I have sheltered my life here in France. I took time to acclimate. Not even knowing that by taking those times, I have lost a part of me. My nerve and self-esteem seems in the past now. There, I affirmed. The deafening impact of these written thoughts awakens me. What‘s left to do? Take the first plunge!

[Thought of this photo, i took from "ABBEYE DE BEAUPORT" in Paimpol, Bretagne 3 yrs. ago. Should revisit it,to see the progress of its restoration.]